Woorden: Daniel Merriweather. For Your Money.

New York, she sits and cries
She's had her moment of glory
Stands up, then she took the dive
From the sixty-first story
Now I don't know, how it evens out
Once I saw the love of living in her eyes
But she goes on and on, on and on, she goes on

New York, now that I've arrived
It's like a joke that ain't funny
It ain't how you spend your time
It's what you get for yor money
But I don't know how I stay alive
I'm infatuated with the human mind
And I go on and on, on and on, and I go on

But I don't know how we will survive
Does it feel as if we're running out of time
We'll go on and on, on and on
We'll go on and on, on and on
We go on and on, on and on, like I said I go on

Go on, on
Will we go on, on, will we go on, on, will we go on, on
Will we go on, on, will we go on, on, will we go on, on

(Thanks to TheCat91 for these lyrics)